The Billionaire Waitress
she whispered, stepping aside.
Kayla sat by the fireplace, her jet-black hair loose, her curves lost in a hoodie, her face pale, eyes hollow. No ring, no necklace—just her, broken. My chest ached. “Kayla,” I said, kneeling, my voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I’m here.”
Her gaze met mine, raw, fragile. “Justin, I couldn’t breathe. The headlines, Sophie, everything—it broke me.” Her voice trembled, the storm’s roar echoing her pain. “I love you, but your world…”
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